The female Miqo'te makes her way through the thick brush to a small clearing. The Sun is setting, and in the center of the clearing, a male Miqo'te sits in a meditative posture.
"So, this is where you are..." She says.
The male Miqo'te doesn't flinch, and just smiles at the sound of her voice. He maintains his meditative posture.
"You have found me.... Your tracking skills never cease to impress." He responds.
"I have a question, and mayhaps a favor to ask you." She says.
"Ah? Well shoot, as they say."
"Your archery skills are no better than mine......"
"That sounds more like an observation.... A kind of mean one..."
"I am serious right now! How did you save them?"
"Not with archery."
"I figured as much. Then how?"
"I adapted to a new forest."
"They were in the Black Shroud?!"
"No, they were mostly in Ul'dah, but some were in Limsa Lominsa."
"I fail to understand...."
"The urban forest."
"I see...."
"Learned when to blend, and when not to blend. Learned how disguise and when not to disguise. Learned how to move with the flow of the city, and how to recognize when I should fight and when I should run. It is just like hunting in a forest, but a very different one."
"How did you fight?"
"I left with not a gil on me.... I soon ran out of arrows. All I had was my knife."
"The knife-fighting skills we were taught when growing up."
"Indeed. It was a foundation. I soon learned how to fight with my bare hands, or with simple knuckle weapons."
"The art of the pugilist..."
"Indeed. An art where I could be bare naked and still put up a fight. It allowed me to continue. It allowed me to make some quick money. I was an adventurer for a while."
"So, you must be skilled then.... To have saved them with that."
"A pugilist, an archer, it all contributed, but in the end I did it with patients, and learning how to be an urban explorer. If only I could have saved them all...."
"You did well. You are a hero."
"I- I am just..."
"I know not how to ask you this favor...."
"You needn't ask. I know what's going on."
"I have, obligations...."
"I know."
"But my friends....."
"I know"
"How?"
"I over-heard..."
"YOU WERE WATCHING US?!"
"No! No! I was just listening..."
".....! "
"For only a bit! I was worried. I did not want him to hurt you."
"He did not!"
"Well, I know that now..."
"YOU ARE UNBELIEVABLE!"
"Oh no, your face is red.... Just let me get a head-start...."
"Forget this!..."
"No wait! I'll do it."
"You know not what I will even ask."
"I have a good idea."
"This goes beyond family. I can not ask you this..."
"Nothing is beyond family. You are busy, and can not be in two places at once. Yet, I know you. You can not let it be. You would eventually go insane, and storm over to that Gods forsaken city to interrogate Gods knows who with their Gods damned armored Whatevers....."
".......You still continue to jest."
"Indeed, laugh before you die. It takes away satisfaction from your enemies."
"Where in the Seven Hells did you learn that?"
"One of the Friars...."
"You are unbelievable...."
The female Miqo'te shakes her head, and turns around to leave the clearing.
"So, you want me to find them, assess the situation then do what?" He asks.
"If they are in danger, help. If they are in no immediate danger, report back."
"Very well."
"I know not how to thank you, or repay you, for this....."
"Tsk! You don't have to thank me." The male Miqo'te stands up, and turns to her with a smirk. "I'm- ((End Scene))
"So, this is where you are..." She says.
The male Miqo'te doesn't flinch, and just smiles at the sound of her voice. He maintains his meditative posture.
"You have found me.... Your tracking skills never cease to impress." He responds.
"I have a question, and mayhaps a favor to ask you." She says.
"Ah? Well shoot, as they say."
"Your archery skills are no better than mine......"
"That sounds more like an observation.... A kind of mean one..."
"I am serious right now! How did you save them?"
"Not with archery."
"I figured as much. Then how?"
"I adapted to a new forest."
"They were in the Black Shroud?!"
"No, they were mostly in Ul'dah, but some were in Limsa Lominsa."
"I fail to understand...."
"The urban forest."
"I see...."
"Learned when to blend, and when not to blend. Learned how disguise and when not to disguise. Learned how to move with the flow of the city, and how to recognize when I should fight and when I should run. It is just like hunting in a forest, but a very different one."
"How did you fight?"
"I left with not a gil on me.... I soon ran out of arrows. All I had was my knife."
"The knife-fighting skills we were taught when growing up."
"Indeed. It was a foundation. I soon learned how to fight with my bare hands, or with simple knuckle weapons."
"The art of the pugilist..."
"Indeed. An art where I could be bare naked and still put up a fight. It allowed me to continue. It allowed me to make some quick money. I was an adventurer for a while."
"So, you must be skilled then.... To have saved them with that."
"A pugilist, an archer, it all contributed, but in the end I did it with patients, and learning how to be an urban explorer. If only I could have saved them all...."
"You did well. You are a hero."
"I- I am just..."
"I know not how to ask you this favor...."
"You needn't ask. I know what's going on."
"I have, obligations...."
"I know."
"But my friends....."
"I know"
"How?"
"I over-heard..."
"YOU WERE WATCHING US?!"
"No! No! I was just listening..."
".....! "
"For only a bit! I was worried. I did not want him to hurt you."
"He did not!"
"Well, I know that now..."
"YOU ARE UNBELIEVABLE!"
"Oh no, your face is red.... Just let me get a head-start...."
"Forget this!..."
"No wait! I'll do it."
"You know not what I will even ask."
"I have a good idea."
"This goes beyond family. I can not ask you this..."
"Nothing is beyond family. You are busy, and can not be in two places at once. Yet, I know you. You can not let it be. You would eventually go insane, and storm over to that Gods forsaken city to interrogate Gods knows who with their Gods damned armored Whatevers....."
".......You still continue to jest."
"Indeed, laugh before you die. It takes away satisfaction from your enemies."
"Where in the Seven Hells did you learn that?"
"One of the Friars...."
"You are unbelievable...."
The female Miqo'te shakes her head, and turns around to leave the clearing.
"So, you want me to find them, assess the situation then do what?" He asks.
"If they are in danger, help. If they are in no immediate danger, report back."
"Very well."
"I know not how to thank you, or repay you, for this....."
"Tsk! You don't have to thank me." The male Miqo'te stands up, and turns to her with a smirk. "I'm- ((End Scene))
